The end of May my daughter and I were walking an overgrown path to the river, going to take pictures of each other in the wild roses, when we saw this--right at the edge of the path:
She saw it first. "Mommy, look," she said. "Oh no," I thought. A dog has killed a baby deer. Then I came closer. It opened it's great big dark eyes and looked at us, holding perfectly still. Then I could see it start to breathe quickly, but it never moved other than that.
It was just so tiny, so beautiful. We checked on it several times, worried that something may have happened to its mother, but by evening it was gone, so we assumed the best.
Just wanted to share.
~Merry